Several weeks had passed since Julie's wedding. As bad as it had seemed, the rest of the day went beautifully and Julie, after cleaning herself immediately after the ceremony was able to hide what had occurred to her from her new husband. As the days and weeks began to pass, the memory of her ordeal began to fade. When she did think about it, she realized that she was lucky to still have her job. First, she had mishandled an extremely large claim on one of the firm's primary clients. This, she knew, could have, and in fact, should have, resulted in her dismissal. If that was not bad enough, she knew that she was still subject to problems with her job if this came to light. If the mistake came to light, she might also lose her license to practice law, something that would devastate her future. Second, however, she was lucky to still have her job because her work load and long hours allowed her the mental luxury of having her mind occupied by other matters and not dwelling on what she had been through constantly.
Still, she dreaded the day that she would hear from Hall. The truth be known, as the days passed she began to harbor that unrealistic hope that he was out of her life. That all ended one morning with her being paged at the office.
"Julie, Mr. Hall is on line 7 for you," the voice over the intercom said.
Julie was in one of the partner's offices talking about the negotiation process on another client's large acquisition. When she heard the page, the coffee cup that she was holding began to shake somewhat, and the file which had been balanced on her lap slipped to the floor.
"Julie, are you okay?" the partner inquired.
Julie's blue eyes widened and she shook her head as if to clear her mind. With that she muttered, "Mr. Jackson, I think I need to take that call. I'll be right back."
With no further explanation, Julie got up from her chair, nervously placed the coffee on the partner's desk and began to quickly go to her office. Robert Jackson, the partner, was a middle aged man. He looked at her quizzically as she nearly ran out of the office. As she rushed through the office trying to get back to her office, Jackson got up and closed his door, making sure that he latched the lock. Then he returned to his desk and opened the doors to his credenza. He quickly turned on the tape recorder to record. Then he waited until he saw line 7 engage and put the line on the speaker so that he could listen in on the conversation between Julie and Hall.
He was concerned that this young associate might be in over her head with this important client and his interest had been peeked by her strange response to the page. However, nothing that he knew about Julie would prepare him for what transpired next.
"Hello, this is Julie."
"Julie, Steve Hall. How is my favorite lawyer?"
"I'm fine," Julie responded trying to steer the conversation away from anything personal. "Did you need to talk about your file?"
"Well, I have to say that I do, but I'm sorry that you don't seem to remember who I am."
Julie laughed nervously. "Of course I do," she said in a cheerful voice. "I've been meaning to talk to you about your business venture that I've been working on."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, I need you to do something for me." Julie's heart sank.
"What do you need?" she asked with trepidation.
"I've got a friend in New York City who needs some help with her business," he said. "I'll need you to arrange it so that you go to Manhattan for a meeting at my office on Thursday and make plans to stay through Sunday afternoon." He said this with the air of a man who wouldn't permit questioning.
Julie didn't know what to say. "Will any other lawyers need to go with me from here?"
"No, I just need you to come."
"Can I bring my husband?"
"Sure you can," Hall said. Then he laughed. "I'm sure that you'd want him to share the experience of you being fucked. I'll even bring him the video of you and me fucking and tell him about how you fucked all the guys from BFD Radio just to bring him up to date on your activities."
There was stunned silence on the line.
Then Hall continued. "Should I tell him about how you fucked the room service kid, too?"
More silence. Then Julie replied. "No, no, please leave him out of this."
Hall answered sarcastically. "What a surprise. Just get your tight ass to Manhattan on Thursday. Expect to stay through Sunday." Then Hall gave Julie the phone number of the woman that he wanted her to call. "Tell her that you're the gift I told her about." He laughed again. "Got it?"
"Yes, I understand," Julie said as she hung up the phone.
Jackson hung up the phone and turned off the recorder. He had jotted down the phone number that Hall had given Julie. He went to the door of his office and unlocked it and then returned to his leather chair. He had been stunned by what he heard and he knew that his first duty was to inform his partners at the firm that something was terribly amiss with their beautiful associate. But Jackson wasn't that type of guy. His mind ran through a hundred scenarios but none of them explained what he had just heard. Of all people, he thought. Julie fucking clients! That prim and proper woman would have been the last person he would suspect of doing something like this.
Jackson picked up his phone and dialed the number Hall had left. A woman answered.
"Hello, may I help you?" It was a sultry, sexy voice.
Jackson didn't know exactly what to say. He cleared his throat. "Yes, I was given this number."
"Are you in Manhattan, honey?"
"No, but I will be this weekend," he replied.
"Will you need a young lady?"
Now he thought he knew what he was dealing with. Had he reached a prostitution service of some type? "Well, I was thinking about it," he answered.
"We have many beautiful young women available. When you get into town simply call this number and tell me what you'd like, okay?"
"Sure," he replied. Julie opened his door and stuck her head in. Her pouty lips mouthed the words, "Can I come in?" He motioned her in and watched as her shapely form walked across the deep carpet. She wore a silky blouse that was open at the neck and despite being conservative, could do nothing to hide her large, well formed melons. Jackson took in the rest of her, too: her tanned legs which were covered by a tight skirt that went to just above her knees and high heeled shoes that enclosed her small, well pedicured feet. Julie sat on the chair at the corner of his desk. This gave him a good view as her skirt scooted up her thighs. He felt his cock stiffen.
"I'll just give you a call when I get into town," he said, and then hung up the phone. He felt his throat feel dry almost immediately after he put the phone down. What did he have here, he wondered? Julie was giving her ass away, he wondered? Fifteen minutes ago he would have laughed at the suggestion.
Jackson felt a bit of anger welling up inside him. His mind raced back several years to when Julie was a law clerk for the firm and he had noticed her great body back then. Events that were hosted for the purpose of recruiting the finest law students to the firm always had included picnics and other gatherings where the dress was very casual or athletic and he remembered how fine Julie looked in shorts and t-shirts. Jackson remembered how one evening after a day of planned events, he had drunkenly made a pass at the young law student by grabbing her firm buttocks with both hands and trying to kiss her as they waited alone for a ride back to town from a firm picnic. She had acted enraged and threatened to reveal his impropriety to both his partners and his wife! She had done neither after he apologized profusely, but for the next several months he had lived a life of fear of this being exposed. Now things were completely smoothed over between them, but he had never forgiven her for rebuffing his advances or threatening his career like she did. Now it seemed the shoe was on the other foot.
As Jackson conversed with Julie about their project, his mind wandered. As out of character as it would otherwise be, he could see Julie fucking Hall. Hall was handsome, extraordinarily wealthy and powerful. But wasn't the BFD organization a black organization, he wondered? It seemed odd that she would give it up to any group of men, certainly one like the BFD group. And a room service kid? That was inexplicable.
Julie thought that she could detect a subtle change in Jackson's demeanor towards her. He eyed her openly, it seemed, taking in her full breasts and leering at her thighs. She had not felt so uncomfortable around him in months. She hoped that she must be imagining this change in Jackson simply because of the way that Hall's phone call had made her feel, but her face and neck turned a glowing red anyway.
*** Julie had nervously packed her bag for the trip to Manhattan. She felt a horrible pang of guilt lying to her new husband, but she felt that this part of her life was simply spinning out of control.
*** It was Friday morning and Julie lay nude beneath the luxurious sheets of the five star hotel that she was staying in. The bedspread and blanket had been pushed to the foot of the bed. The sheets were bunched up and snaked between her exposed tanned legs, brushing the soft flesh of her inner thighs as they covered only her neatly trimmed pussy and flat belly. Her large breasts lay naked and exposed on her chest. The nipples which capped her lovely breasts still tingled with the sensation of her last orgasm. Her beautiful blue eyes stared out from her model's face, her blonde hair lying uncombed on the pillow.
She watched as Hall looked in the mirror and put the finishing touches on getting dressed by straightening his tie. Julie could feel the large load of sperm within her ravaged orifice that had been deposited by Hall, and her juices which he had caused to overflow during his intense fucking of her were drying into a flaky mixture between her thighs.
As she expected, Hall had spent the previous evening, night and now morning satisfying his enormous sexual appetite with Julie. He had just finished throwing her the second of two morning fucks minutes ago. Despite the fact that she regretted being forced to endure his carnal cravings, Julie recognized that he awakened an animalistic side of her that she previously did not know existed. Once awakened, she knew that she had met the thrust of his long, thick cock over and over again with a willing and wet thrust back. And many times during the past eight hours she had climaxed in response to his to his hard driving cock.
Hall came to her and touched her hand. "Get some rest," he advised. "Then, remember to do what I told you to do." Julie nodded silently, knowing better than to question or protest.
Minutes after Hall left, Julie's nervous fingers pushed the telephone keypad numbers from the paper Hall had given her. She wondered what was in store for her next.
A woman answered the phone and Julie identified herself.
